On The Hunt [Shade]

[Ketsueki]

She watched him carefully in the crowd, his meticulously shaved dome not difficult to spot among the mass of mostly dark colored heads around them. Just as the sun began to fully set, she noticed her target duck into a nearby alleyway. Though her face displayed naught for indifference, she inwardly grinned. “Too easy…” Living on these very streets, Ket knew most of the alleys like she knew each scuff on her well-worn combat boots. She remembered this particular one being quite long, but ending in a brick wall as she turned to follow from a safe distance.

Her attire easily blended into the shadows. A sleek, black tank was layered over a form hugging grey long-sleeved shirt. A pair of matching grey spandex shorts were visible beneath a black skirt tailored to Ket’s preference: High on the thighs, low on the hips. This ensured easy maneuverability if she were to need to move quickly, or to defend herself. Absently, she touched a hand to the sheath high on her right thigh where her 4” dagger resided. The matching, 6” blade was tucked into her left boot.

Lucky for her, this man also had a serious meth habit. Hugging the walls of the alley, she followed the man to his little “meeting”… Hopefully she would be able to learn his true name….

“I’m coming for you…. You will serve for your sins…HE will make sure of that…”

With that thought, the perpetual scowl on her lips deepened. This man had committed countless crimes, but had managed to flee the hand of police. Ket watched as the man turned into the end of the alley. Leaning against the wall, she listened to the hushed voices. “You are late on your payments, Toshio…” That must be the dealer... “Toshio eh? Got the job half done….”

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“You are late on your payments, Toshio…”

It came in scrambled. The voices slightly distorted as it rang into his ear from the small ear peace clipped along the upper corner. I spy with my little eye....The place where his first case of "justice" was soon to be shown in the isle of Japan. Gazing through the nose of the rifles scope, the deep black of his eyes where the white could normally be found only brought out the topaz color of his hues even more, as if gazing down with an eye of judgment at the people below.

A drug deal...How foolish. All of these men were now about to see their very lives flash before their eyes, and the last thing they will ever be able to remember is the filthy alleyway and apartment that their blood money was able to buy for them....If they aren't already to baked or whatever else to remember what their own name is. To him, it was all simply pathetic, and he could only pray for the lives that these people had taken for a simple cheap thrill. Today, however, was the day he would bring them all justice; and hope they will all now finally be able to rest in peace.

The wind moved gently across his face, brushing the wild strands of hair that hung off his head around freely in its breeze as his gloved left hand gripped tightly just across from where his finger pressed close to the trigger. Strange enough, he was in what seemed to be a bathroom stall. The window was open, the long nose of the rifle only sticking out just barely from the open window that gave him a near full view of the targets in question. Standing there, he was dressed in a rather well tailored business suit, black with designer details rather...unbefitting such a bathroom on a building located only a block away from the scene, peaking high up to the sky.

He was just about ready, everything set for the killing blow as he slowly began to slide a rather unique looking bullet from out of his sleeve. In the center, it looked as if some type of liquid was located in it, mixed with the gun powder and a rather needle like tip as he cocked back the loader and placed the single bullet in. Locking it in place, he was almost ready to pull the trigger before....

She wasn't on any of the files he had collected. Sulking through the shadows of the alley, he allowed the scope to zoom out for a moment in order to take the appearance of the girl in further. Something about this wasn't right...Though for all he knew she was simply a new junky looking to use these men for her next---No. That wasn't it. Her movements were far to stealthed for her to be wanting to do anything of the sort, and far to agile for her to be a simply withdrawl symptom trying to steal her fix. He allowed the scope to zoom out a bit more, attempting to get all of the current people in the alleyway in his sights in order to access the situation. He would give her a minute. See what she was going after. And if all else failed. She would just be joining them in their journey to hell.

[Ketsueki]

Ket shifted slightly so that she could peer into the alley’s end where the two men stood. “Come on…give me the rest…. She felt her adrenaline pump, just as always when she was close to making a bust. She could make it a double with that dealer, but she simply had not the patience for that. Idly, she touched a hand to the dagger high up on her thigh, thinking that she could take care of him herself. But not Toshio there… He was for Kira.

Her brows drew together as she listened to Toshio’s meaningless excuses as to why he hadn’t filled in his little I.O.U. yet. “Honestly, who would take the word of an addict?” Her voice was but a whisper, one the men several meters away would be unable to hear. She quickly shot a look behind her, more out of habit then the desire to check for possible witnesses or any other sort of company. Keeping an ear on the conversation, she let her gaze drift around, knowing this may take a while. The jobs usually did.

Letting her eyes drift up to the various windows around, she checked for any lights being on, for any shadows behind the glass panes. Seeing nothing suspicious in the surrounding buildings, she let herself give into a slight moment of weakness. Gazing up at the starry night, she let herself do something she rarely ever did, she smiled. She loved the night, and not just for its lack of sunlight…

Her musings were cut short as the voices within the alley suddenly increased in volume and stress. Her smile replaced by a smirk, she pressed herself back up against the cold brick wall and waited for the dealer to complete his portion of her job, though this was unknown to him. ”You better get me my money Toshio…. The rapist was then heard making a slight whimpering sound. Peering around the corner at the pause in dialogue, she saw that the dealer had a gun pointed at Toshio. “Come on! Leave him for me… for Kira…” Though only a whisper, her indignation was evident. If this man killed her target, the whole cause would be for naught… At that moment, Toshio nodded… “Good man…stay alive long enough to meet your true fate…” Now just to get his last name….

As if on cue, the dealer spoke one last time before disappearing through a door leading into a side building. “Good… You have two weeks Toshio, and only because you are my best customer.” The dealer’s laughter echoed between the walls. “If I don’t have it in my hand by then, the Yamamoto family will lose yet another member.

Ket smiled in triumph. Though she wouldn’t have the chance to get the dealer tonight, she had what she ultimately wanted. “Yamamoto Toshio….” She silently jogged to the other end of the alley, snatching up a can of spray paint she had left at the entrance. Nobody was out on the street now… which was perfect for her. Walking over to a blank, brick wall, she raised the can and wrote in a bright, eye-catching red:
“Yamamoto Toshio. Rapist. Methamphetamine Addict. Another criminal hiding. Another uncovered. Kira, do your worst.”

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She stood back to admire her work, feeling satisfied before jogging across the street and into another alley. She watched and waited for little Toshio to see her handiwork.[/size][/center]

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"Hmph"

It was the only expression given. After viewing the situation for a moment, it had meant little to him as he saw the knife begin to slide from where the girl had hidden it. If she was in on it with them, then so be it, it was in no way on his mind to bother making the attempt to distinguish between the two.

It silenced. The bullet whizzing through the sky and soaring down to the streets below, locking onto its two targets as without a moments notice, it barely struck into the first. The needle sliced directly into his neck, the mans hand raising as if he had just been stung by some type of insect while the bullet continued to travel to the man who began to head back into the building. Peircing into his lower waist, it slowly began to sink in, using the force of the shot to push far enough into the skin to go unnoticed with the black of the mans shirt. His job was done....and thats all that mattered.

Taking the rifle from its place in the stall, he slowly began to pack it up, saying nothing, not even to himself as after a few moments of placing things back into his brief case, he flushed the toilet and simply exited the stall he was standing in. Placing a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes and adjusting the gloves on his hand, he simply slipped out of the room, and made his way over to the elevator towards the other side. Stepping inside, he pushed the button for the bottom floor and simply....waited. Moving his wrist up to his eyes, he took a quick glance at the watch that rested there.

3....2....1....

Toshio suddenly fell over, clenching his chest with his hand and beginning to go into a spasm on the floor as his grip to his chest became tighter and tighter. Inside of the building, loud screams of various different people began to go out, all crying in pain as the sounds of various things beginning to fall over could be heard. From the simple looks of Toshio, it seemed as if the man was having a heart attack....and by the screams he was making that seemed to match the ones going on inside, so was everyone in there.

Stepping out of the elevator, he simply looked around. He looked like every other person in the office building. Dressed the same, styled the same, perfectly blending in as he simply began to make his way to the front door.

[Ketsueki]

As Ket stood there across the street, she waited in anticipation for her target to come out into the street and admire what adorned the wall, just as she did. The image of the terror that would show on his face was already forming in her mind, the moment when he realized that Kira was going to finally catch him sinking into his mind. It was the moment she literally lived for, the moment that kept her going on these streets. Her scow transformed to a grin, but that rare expression began to slowly fade as the minutes ticked by without the showing of Toshio. Just as she began to grow concerned, she heard a scream from within the alleyway, echoed by those of others. “What the hell?!” Confused, she ran across the street and into the alley, pausing at the corner where she had stood before.

The painful roars began to die down as she took a breath, preparing to peer around the corner. Slipping the larger of her daggers from her boot, she held it out as she quickly dashed around the corner, prepared for the worst. But what she wasn’t prepared for was what she was confronted with. Toshio… Writhing in pain like he was having a…a heart attack! As the man became still, his now lifeless body echoing the silence of that inside the building. Had everyone met the same apparent fate of the man before her?!

Obviously…

But then a thought crossed her mind? Kira… But a voice in the back of her mind felt the need to comment here. Using common sense, what was the probability that he would strike mere minutes after she had written out her message? She looked back out onto the street, her eyes darting between the few people walking the street that night. None looked as though they were particularly interested in the words written on the wall, granted many were street-rats like her, used to seeing her works around the city. Her suspicions continued to grow as she thought of those inside the building. What are the chances of such a mass killing? Especially when she knew that the dealer’s identity was also hidden.

She shook her head, knowing that she could not be sure here. Kira worked in mysterious ways, despite the fact that what was known about his methods was, well, known. Though she couldn’t shake the notion that something was amiss here. Ket was reluctant to examine the body, but figured she had to… Walking over, she looked at him from a few feet away. Grazing her eyes over the man’s body, she narrowed her eyes at a slight mark on his throat. “A…scratch?”

Moving closer, she bent down to get a closer look, but saw nothing but the scratch. She stood, then looked towards the doorway the dealer had disappeared through. Bringing her dagger back up into a striking position, she walked soundlessly over. Grasping the handle, she paused to listen for any movement within the room beyond. Hearing nothing, she jerked the door open and peered inside. In the limited light, she observed the seemingly unmarred bodies, searching for one in particular. Spotting the dealer not too far from where she stood, Ket made her way towards him. Pausing but a meter from the corpse, she noticed something flash in the dim lighting. Lowering into a squat, she extended her dagger, nudging the source of the reflection with its tip. “A needle?”

Feeling it was best to leave as soon as possible, she stood and turned for the door, only to shift back and, on an impulse, snatched up the needle. Stepping back out into the alley, she observed the thin sliver of metal before tucking it into the sheath at her thigh, then returned the blade in her hand to its place in her left boot. She quickly made her way back to the street, a million questions filling her mind…

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